2. Hell

Annabelle slowly opened her eyes, her head hurts a lot. She groaned as she tried sitting up but couldn't. Her whole body aches, especially her lower abdomen. It was as if all the pain in her body was centered there. Her hand moved to her stomach and something hit her mind….. her child. Her belly is flat, nothing is in there…. Where is her baby?

It was like magic…. The way all the pains in her body disappeared as she jumped from the bed and removed the drip. She staggered as she looked around the room, searching for her baby.

A nurse walked in and screamed in worry. “Mrs. Presley, you can't move from your bed. You haven't fully recovered.”

The nurse quickly rushed towards her and tried to lead her to the bed but she jerked away from her grip.

“Where is my baby, I can't find her.” Her voice was shallow, showing that her body was still weak and needed a good rest.

“You need to calm down first Mrs. Presley. This is for your health.” The nurse was still adamant to safely take her to the bed but she was stubborn.

“Bring my baby to me. I need to see her, please.” she whispered in tears. She felt so cold. She just doesn't want to believe that something bad has happened to her baby. As she was looking around the room, her eyes caught the television. She didn't care about the television at that moment but what she heard drew her attention.

Richard Presley…. That's her husband. She saw the attached photo of Richard who was caught entering a hotel room with a woman whose face is not clearly shown. What weakened her system was the date displayed as when the photo was taken. That was the same day she was in labor.

She felt weak on her knee and without warning, she fell on the floor. The nurse wasn't so fast to catch her. But she still ran to her and tried to help her up.

“Mrs. Presley, it's not good to sit on the cold floor.” The nurse said politely. She has never seen someone so pitiful as this poor woman. After fighting for her life for three days, she woke up just to see such a news about her husband with another woman on the same day she was in labor and he wasn't there to give her his blood. If only he came, the poor child wouldn't have died. How can she handle the death of her child in this state? The nurse doesn't know how to relay this sad news to her.

Annabelle clutched the hospital gown she was putting on as tears streamed down her cheeks. He was with another woman, that was why he didn't come. Why is it so painful? She clutched onto her chest, and poured out her heart.

Realizing that Richard isn't worth her tears, she quickly wiped them away and stood up from the floor. She turned to the nurse with red swollen eyes. “Where is my child?”

Her heart was beating in fear, why is she so scared to hear the nurse's reply. The look on the nurse's face wasn't helping at all. Just then the doctor walked in. She left the nurse and rushed towards the doctor.

“Doctor, tell me that my child is fine. Where is she? I want to see her.” she pleaded in tears.

“Calm down Mrs. Presley. You need to get yourself together.” the doctor sighed. He doesn't know how to break the news. Nevertheless, the mother of the dead baby needs to know. “I'm sorry Mrs. Presley. We tried all we could but it was too late, we couldn't save the child. You have been in a coma for three days, and I'm glad you made it.”

‘I'm sorry Mrs. Presley. We tried all we could but it was too late, we couldn't save the child.’ the words resounded more than ten times in Annabelle's head as she felt her world spinning. She felt all the blood in her body dried up, nothing but emptiness was left. It felt like hell. Slowly, she was lost in darkness. She has lost the only reason to live.